CH VIII

---------------A/N: This is going to be just a filler chapter. Real short one at that.---------------------------

I woke up to a warm chest and being snuggled by the most handsome man ever. I know, cheesy, but I loved it and him. Yes I loved him, I accepted my feelings for him, but that doen't mean am gonna tell him that now am I.

I was happy, elated and content. There was no other place I wanted to be than in his arms. But I have to report to work, I have a dream to work towards if I wanted to make something of myself.

Joe was still asleep peacefully, with his arms tightly around my waist. Suddenly I had the urge to pee and I really needed to get to the washroom. I tried to wiggle my way out of his arms but his hold on me tightened.

"I really need to go Joe..."

"umm...just few more minutes.." his husky voice replied. It sent a shiver down my spine. He was NOT releasing me whatsoever, and I could feel something poking my thigh. If someone would look at me am sure I would look as red as a tomato.

"Joe I really really need to go...NOW", I whisper yelled.

"Can't you just take off today....you ca.."

"I NEED TO PEEEEE!!!" that woke him up alright and I got blessed with a view of his beautiful blue eyes. Ugh so blue....oh water....I need to pee. I ran to the adjacent washroom and relaxed myself.

I found myself looking at a blushing and bright looking girl in the mirror of the washroom. I was red as a tomato. Ugh I have to get ready for work, but this was the best weekend of my entire life. I will remember it always.

Then it occurred to me I had not decided to stay the weekend and so no toiletries nor clothes packed. I stood still, the only thought running through my mind ' how was I going to get ready for work?'. It was telepathy or whatever else his masculine, husky voice cut through my thoughts.

"There are some fresh toothbrushes in the shelf, towels as well. I will get some clothes for you so u can get ready. Don't worry. But I would really like to spend the day with you." he was pouting at me. Aww he was so cute.

"No my cutie pie, I have to get to work. You know my dreams and work towards them?" he frowned at my words. I was confused.

"Hey am sexy, handsome, dashing and so much more, but NOT a 'cutie pie' ok", he admonished me. I just giggled, thinking he looked even more cuter now.

I set on the task to do my morning business and bath. When I walked out into the room we shared, I saw a neatly folded skirt and shirt, obviously branded, but didn't look too formal and just my size. How convenient I thought. I was hit with a truck load of thoughts, did he bring all his girls here? and, is that the reason he had so many toothbrushes and women's clothes? My heart broke at the thought and my eyes were stinging from holding back the tears.

You are not in a relationship and this might as well turn out to be just a night out, who knows he might not even want to see you again. You did not actually put yourself out there so don't expect such foolish things. My inner voice cleared the turmoil my heart created. I was somewhat at peace. Feeling sparks on my hands I slowly turned to face blue eyes.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing just that....no nothing important." I finished. He looked at me for a minute and tried to decipher what was actually going on in my mind.

"hmm...if you say so. You know you can ask me anything right?"

"ye..yes..Yes I know. Now go get ready. I have to report to the cafe in 30mins. C'mon!!!" I pushed him towards the washroom glancing at the clock on the wall.

After he got in, I finished getting dressed. Pulled my hair into a messy bun.

The dress was pretty and just perfect, nothing too rich or too poor, but it was rich for me. I could have never afforded it on my salary. He was out in a jiffy and was getting dressed himself. I could not take my eyes of his sculpted body.My eyes had a will of their own and kept glancing at him through the mirror, while he was dressing.

"you know you can look at me openly. All you want." he smirked at me, causing me to blush even more, what with all the dirty thoughts going through my mind. All I could do was giggle. Ugh! I hate giggling and this handomse, sexy, hunk of a man, was making me giggle even more. It was frustrating to say the least.

Finally after 15 minutes of us oggling each other and a searing kiss goodbye from him, he dropped me off at the cafe and left. I was upset that he did not stay to have breakfast with me. But I was already on a high from the kiss and floating. Walking into the cafe I was smothered by the smells wafting from the kitchen and the prominent one being COFFEE. My stomach screamed at me to feed it, something, anything.

"hey girl, what's with the permanent daydream look on your face?"

"huh?" I was confused by sara's question. I guess everyone could see or feel my happiness or elation. But nothing could bring me down from the morning high I was in.

Those kisses were to die for and the sparks from my fingertips to toes, was mind blowing. I could not describe the feeling even if I wanted to. He was my first everything and I wanted him to be the one I give myself completely to. It will happen someday but not today. It has to be special.

"he must be one lucky guy. Is it that blue eyes guy who walks in almost everyday?" At her question and her calling him "blue eyes", my eyes went wide.

"What? you didn't think none of us noticed? Girl we could see you guys eyeing each other daily and I just won the bet."

"Huh?" WTH! They bet on us? For what. I gave a questioning look at her to which she just nodded her head.

"Yeah, we bet that you both would fall for each other. George said you would not and that you are too focused. he LOST!!!" She had a huge grin on her face.

I could not hold back the blush on my face. Taking a bagel and cup of steaming hot coffee, I walked to my station by the register for the day to start. I could not wait for the day to end to reminisce on my weekend with blue eyes.

Joe did not walk into the cafe that day although at every ding of the door bell I looked to see if it was him. I was upset that he didn't come but then decided he must be busy with work. That brought another question to my mind, what did he do?

He never told me anything more about himself but he knew all about me. I needed to ask him. It was time for me to go the first night job at CN, and me being the idiot I am didn't have any dress. Ugh what do I do now. I could not afford to go back home and then reach the club on time. Either I had to call in sick or go with what I was wearing.

"What's the matter dear?" I turned to look at Sara eyeing me seriously.

"Umm I just....I forg....I don't have correct attire for the job at CN." I was almost in tears. I could not afford to call in sick or loose the job on not wearing proper costume. I had already received a warning from my boss.

"hey don't fret. Come with me." Sara walked with me to the back of the cafe, to a set of steps I never knew existed.

We walked up into what looked like an attic kinda storage area. She opened the door to reveal a room filled with all kinds of knick-knacks. From broken chairs, to tablecloths, curtains and display pieces, paintings. All kinds of things were there.

Cobwebs hung from the ceilings and it was creepy. It felt like a horror movie in the making. Any second now a zombie could jump at you. I shuddered. Sara pulled me to another door in the creepy room. Opening it she revealed a beautiful sight.

If the outside room was zombie land, this was disney land. It was filled with beautiful and tasteful gowns and other accessories. Shoes, clips, stockings, what not. It was my paradise. I looked at her with my mouth gawking open.

"Don't worry it's all George's wife's things. He wouldn't mind but be glad it would be of use to someone." She laughed at the look on my face.

"bu...but"

"Go ahead dear, choose whatever you want. I will guarantee that his wife's ghost will not haunt you for that. She was my best friend first. So you have my permission. It's not like his son has any use of it."

"huh?" What's with me and this one syllable answers today. My mind has totally lost it. Vocabulary has gone to zero. Yep no other explanation.

"Yeah they had just one son and he left them to go after his dreams and never turned back. Mariah was heart broken and died a month later. It was sad. George is a good man. Now c'mon, you have to get ready and go."

"hmm...thank you." I smiled at her. I guess there was much more I didn't know about the people who I worked with either. I was so focused on my own goals and dreams I never took the time to appreciate people around me. I need to do that more.

I picked off a simple but elegant peach colored mid-thigh length gown. It fit me perfectly. I matched it with black pumps and did a smokey eye effect to complete the look. I never adorned myself with too much accessories so this was it.

I pulled my hair on one side, giving me a mysterious look. I looked sexy I thought. I wanted Joe to look at me now, I felt sexy and beautiful. I yearned for his approval and kiss. I hurried out of the cafe after thanking George and Sara. He was in tears looking at what I was wearing but gladly told me to take how many ever dresses I needed.

"I kept forgetting to tell you that you could take them. Am sorry, I guess I was not ready to part with her. But yes you take them dear, it's not like my son is going to have any use for them anyways."

I smiled at the very same words Sara had told me and kissed his cheek. Bidding them farewell I left in high spirits to CN. It was the usual crowd at CN, but my eyes kept searching for that special someone. For those blue eyes amidst the sea of scrutinizing ones. There were women glaring at me and men eye raping me. I felt uncomfortable and needed the assurance it was ok and I was ok. The night continued and it was almost time for my third job of the day, but still he was a no show. I guess it was just a one time thing. He did not actually feel anything as I felt for him. yes that would be the answer. My heart had cracked and nothing else other than his warm hug could cure it.

Now my high spirits and the beautiful dress also could not put me in a good mood. But I had to get to and do my job. Reaching PL way ahead of time I was surprised. Ledia did not give me a hard time seeing that I was already wearing a very pretty dress and light make up. I was asked to retouch my make-up and soon was on the stage.

My fluttering heart kept looking to the door to see him walk through. Half my shift was done and still there was no sign of him. I was down. My mood was down and singing the requests was becoming harder by the second. How can someone sing a peppy number when their heart was all broken. One of the band musicians noticed my downcast appearnace and offered to buy me a shot. I needed all the courage I could to complete my shift on a good note or I might lose my job. And so I took it. My first ever drink. It gave me some much needed courage and I took to the stage again to do some requests and complete my last shift for the day.

I did not look to the crowds anymore, I could not bear to not find the blue eyes I was searching for and break my heart further. I was done with the last song on my shift and got off the stage. I was in the green room when I felt sparks on my hands and jumped at the sensation.

"You were so beautiful today. I could not take my eyes off you." The smile on my face was so big and tears started to stream down my face. I turned in his arms to see if it was my imagination or he was really real. He was here, with me, he was real.

"what's wrong? Why are you crying Levi?" he questioned wiping away my tears with his thumbs and softly caressing my cheeks. I leaned into his hands holding my face, wanting to feel the warmth of his hands on my skin and the oh so delicious sparks. They brought a new life, such that before his touch I was all but dead. His touch gave me life.

"no no...not at all...these are happy tears....am soo happy....you are here....you came....you came for me...." I hugged him tight. I did not want to let him go. The thought of him disappearing totally if I let him go scared me. The feeling of despair and loneliness became more prominent to me from the time I met him.

"I will always come for you. Always." with those words he lifted my face and kissed me deep on my lips. Our tongues fought for dominance but I gave in. I will always give in to him. He was my all.

"You are my all!" he breathed and continued to kiss me fervently. That one line brought so many emotions up I could not control myself any longer. I was all over him. I wanted him to take me now.

"I don't think this is the right place. Come with me." He was breathless and his heart was thudding against his chest as hard as mine. I beamed at him and just gave a nod, as I seemed to have lost my power of speech altogether.

We spent the night at his cabin or palace. It was the best night of my life. Every touch sparked a voltage through me causing my toes to curl and the fire to burn deep in my core. It was a night of another of my firsts, that I gave completely to him. His hand softly caressing my waist, slowly climbing up to cup my breast. His touch sparked such emotions through me I was moaning and screaming his name even before we were anywhere near the point. Feeling him fully inside mewas fulfilling and a complete different high in itself. We moved in sync and closed on notes so high my voice had lost all its sound. A fleeting thought if I had lost my voice and would never be able to sing also occurred.

His dominating persona in bed removed all thoughts aside, I was his and he was mine for now at least or as long as this was going to be. We slept under the shimmering light of the moon and woke to the blazing hot rays of the sun streaming through the window of his room.

This became our daily schedule in that, I left my dilapidated home to move in with him. I was having good food, clothes, a proper roof over me I could not ask for more. But not one day did I miss to try and take a step closer to my dreams.

Joe had offered to help me there as well, but I rejected him in that I wanted to achieve it on my own. He respected that and I respected that he did. We were in love. Atleast that is what I thought.